abusive ex, whom taught me what panic attacks are and how to handle them, yelled at me a lot while i was having one at her house with no ride home. then she wordlessly got up and left for an hour during which i called my fucking mom like “i don’t know what’s happening please come get me”. ex shows up a little before my ride gets there and tells me that what had happened was i started to get worked up, so she left to give me some space. i just wanted to get home so i didn’t push back. then the next week she retold me the story as “you freaked out over nothing and i had to be supportive” and outright demanded that i apologize.

i broke up with her over it, but i recently learned she told all our mutual friends a bizzaro-world reversed version of the story wherein i stranded myself at her house just so i could give her a panic attack and then leave with her car. there’s loads of evidence as to what really happened, but i’m an introvert and didn’t play defense hard enough in the moment, so i did just lose that entire friendgroup.

probably for the best though. lifelong friends of manipulators tend to not be fantastic folks to rely on anyways lmao